Clipped

I lost the dream

a lofty layer where gravity died,

it was vaporized by life

when somebody had a knife

and cut into my heart

until the blood was drained

from my eyes

so nothing seemed possible,

all I could do was breath

presumed there was no wind left

that I could ever rise

like a feather

on the way to kiss the sky.

 

Then I fell

into that deep pool of her eyes

swirled so entranced

by their spell,

which touched me with breath

and gave me a glide into the night,

upon a breeze of her love,

where I go far above

that place filled with tears.

 

It all is like a vision

only one that never ends

while I happily swim

the waters of her heart.